This was the moment of truth. If Evie’s trick with the snow had worked, Thorvin would have no idea who’d sabotaged his property.
He swore vehemently. “I don’t know! Whoever it was covered their tracks well.”
I schooled my emotions into blankness, even though I wanted to slump with relief. She’d done it. Once again, Evie had managed to slide out of the way of trouble with no permanent consequences.
I was dating a godsdamned eel. The thought of it almost made me grin.
“They put glitter in your sunscreen?” Soren asked helpfully.
I couldn’t hold my laugh in that time.
“I don’t fucking wear sunscreen, you asshole!” Thorvin snarled.
Rowan lost it.
Thorvin’s face didn’t glitter more, so at least that was the truth.
Rowan wasn’t in the mood for mercy today, either. Through his wheezing laughter, he managed to get out, “All we need is for you to say something like,you don’t understand me, Rowan. I’ll never be good enough for you, to make the picture complete.”
Even through the glitter, Thorvin’s face glowed with embarrassment. “Fuck off, garden boy.”
That only made Rowan laugh harder.
“Have you seen anyone about your…” Soren’s voice trailed off as he fought for the right word. “Situation?”
“I didn’t know I had asituationuntil this second,” Thorvin growled. “And who the fuck would I see to tell them I’d suddenly turned into a Cullen?”
Rowan hooted, his hand pressed against his stomach as he cracked up.
Soren’s lips twitched. “Well,” he finally got out, “if that’s all they did to you after breaking in your house, consider yourself fortunate.”
Thorvin scrubbed a hand over his light brown hair and sighed. “That’s not all they did.”
I stilled. Evie wasn’t the glitter type. That had to be Moira. Whatever this was had to be my eel.
“Do tell,” Rowan said, his cheeks creased from laughing.
“My pipes and foundation are fucked up. Seriously fucked up. The guys I called to look said my wisteria and oak were planted too close to the house, but for both of them to do that much damage all at the same time…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t seem possible.”
Rowan gently nudged my shoe under the table. He knew it was Evie. From the flicker in Soren’s eyes, he knew too.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was your Evie, Caelan.”
I snorted. “Evie was in Joy Springs yesterday. There’s no way a Floromancer could make it to your territory that quickly.”
Everything I said was true. She was in town yesterday. But she didn’t stay there. And a mundane Floromancer couldn’t travel instantaneously. Only Rowan knew of Evie’s strange, mixed heritage, though he didn’t know of her Chimera blood, something I’d never tell him.
Something so dangerous would have to come from her.
Thorvin slumped. “I know. That’s what makes this entire thing so confusing. Unless I’ve managed to piss off another Floromancer.”
Rowan choked and covered it with a cough. “Evie isn’t known for being sneaky. You’ve seen her in action.”
I could kiss Rowan right now.
Soren shrugged. “All the Lords have done something to piss Evie off, but I agree. She’s never been sneaky when it comes to revenge. This doesn’t sound like her.” His gaze flicked to me and away.
“Perhaps this is merely a terrible run of luck.”
